Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

An anniversary gift, a bike ride and the old man walkin farts

First let me just say that my 10 year wedding anniversary gift finally arrived. Many coworkers and friends said nice things like - oh, this is kinda a big one, I bet you get something nice...some jewelry or something. I nodded politely knowing that this would virtually never happen. I really don't care so much about the jewelry part. I have the best wedding ring on the planet, an ironman pendant/necklace and some fake diamond earrings that suit me just fine and a nice watch. I actually thought I'd get a new bike trainer or something equally cool. Instead.......A new car stereo with an iPod jack and everything. Ahhh! I love music and today's selection was Jack White. My car is a stripped down Vibe that I love, stick shift and all. Now, real music with real speakers in that cavern of a car. I love my new diamonds!

Thanks RH for my killer present!

Monday eve, we took advantage of the killer weather since the soggy is set to return. Here are some pics from our nite ride. It was uneventful (thankfully). This time I took my camera in hopes of seeing a wild dingo or feral pig but no kinda luck this time. Just us, the country side and maybe only one or two mad motorists. There's always one, even on a good day.

Moots custom for the big guy and my Bianchi - can you say p-i-m-p?

Who's the a-hole in the middle with foggy glasses?

Thee hostess with the mostess(es)...they fed us when it was over!

Ryan and Carolyn - good times!

My dog, Kasha, the oolllld Boxer, was walking up the steps the other day with a severe case of the old man walking farts. As she was (slowly) making her way up, every time she put pressure on her pucker string, she farted. She farted with each step. I felt like the kid that got busted by grandma because half way up, she stopped, looked at me, shot me the devil eye, like - I'm old, effe you, I can do what I want and I have gas right now. And with her next step, she farted....again!

Regarding walking farts...some of us actual old men do that too. On our Alaskan cruise last summer, I blamed the Puffins floating in the water. So now, when I walk and let's say "multi-task," the wife says, "Oh! Puffins!"

holy hannah that's hilarious about poochie!!! cats seem to be more demure about it, they are silent yet deadly. they just casually get up and walk away and then WHAM! you are hit with the stench.

awesome prezzie too!! i expect that you will be driving around with the windows down, the bass cranked, biting your lower lip and doing the chicken head!! oh, and we'd like the video clip of that please. :)

IronMissy - it's official!

Enough about me, what do you think about me?

I'm not really great at swimming, biking or running...I'm just OK at all three! Hell, I pretty much just ride for fun and run for the company any more. I have dogs instead of kids and think that all my friends WITH kids are saints. I write as though I'm talking so forgive my "proper" use of grammar.